Two of them. Three, actually. I thought the third was a maid …but she wasn’t. Mam (man! Hehe) – walking out there for a smoke, I knew there was a reason I went through way I did.
A sole greeted me arrogantly on the way back. Clean.
I had to look!
Two more long Indian soles greeted me, two haughty Indian ladies sitting on those deck chairs outside. Sitting up on one chair, foot on the other. My!
The third girl … Well, she was standing behind them. Maybe not a maid though!
Footboys would DROP to their knees begging to massage those feet. Soles. Especially the second pair.
And that’s that x.
Paye lagu.. Malkin…JI!
You’re so NICE and DOMINANT!
Best
Mike Watson
